Orange Bear Bomba Deer
Stuck, somewhere between fuck-this and arghh!
National poetry month, criticized for its deficiency,
its lack of respect for the word,
caught up in the message.
Poetry is not getting across one feeling,
Poetry is an idea captured,
a feeling caged
fire tangible, in your hand,
your minds eye.
Only rarely can we hold fire, yet
We hold poetry dearly.
Be careful what you charge, you may catch it.
I have caught fire, now it’s caught me.
I knew ignorance like I know tits,
Now I know knowledge and trouble myself over tits.
As will happen, every time, life will take over inspiration.
Inspiration, it is a method, a pathway to madness
Ponytails and youth
Guitars and madness
Short skirts and ambition, words and madness.
Fire is smoke
Talk is cheap
Action is costly.
A cry for help as I fall faster into the unknown,
While the unknown is to one who knows,
As control is to one caged
As I am to my words, to my exertions, to my desires
Stuck, somewhere between fuck and arghh,